Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to SpakleOwl and Raaaauuuull.
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James eyes fluttered open, to his surprise and horror; they gazed right into a dark pair of black ones that were glittering with mischief.
"Good Morning, sleepy" Sirius greeted him, his voice annoyingly cheerful, "Planning to sleep the day away?"
James gazed groggily around him, the surroundings still seemed foreign, the three large poster beds, the large chests; and he couldn't help resenting the absence of his grandfather clock, "What.What time is it?"
"Five thirty."
James gave a start, "Sirius, are you mad? Breakfast isn't until eight!"
Sirius shrugged, "I've been up for an hour. Besides, we can't exactly go snooping around the castle in broad daylight, now can we?" Sirius grabbed hold of James' covers and with an almighty heave pulled them clean off the bed, to reveal James in his boxers. Sirius shuddered, "Ugh, James. How completely indecent! Haven't you ever heard of wearing pyjamas? You'd better be glad our roommate hasn't arrived yet, he might overlook your faults as easily as I do."
"Thanks Sirius, I appreciate the great horrors you must be putting yourself through to look at me in my boxers." James said sarcastically.
"Don't mention it. Its what friends are for. Get dressed." Sirius threw a set of black robes and a Gryffindor tie at James. He then knotted his own tie. James sat on his bed sleepily rubbing his eyes.
"Well?" demanded Sirius irritably when James made no movement to put the clothes on, "Does the baby need me to dress him? Is putting on a robe to difficult for the baby?"
The taunting simulated James' brain and in five minutes he was ready and looking a good deal better than Sirius, who had tied his tie wrong.
"Right," James said, "Where're we off to today?"
"Well, I thought seeing as we're going to need breakfast anyway, we might as well find the kitchens?"
"Good idea."
"And I found something that might help us. This little portrait of a Knight, called Sir Kitty or something; well he seems quite ready to go off 'questing' maybe he'll help us."
"When did you have time to find that?"
Sirius grinned evilly, "I told you that I'd been up for an hour, didn't I? What do you think I did with that hour? Sat on my lazy arse?"
"I expected you'd been dressing?"
"FOR AN HOUR? Your madder than I'd ever imagined, James."
"Knowing what a vain peacock you are, I'd have thought an hour was mandatory and that given the chance you'd take two hours maybe more. I mean just look at how immaculately you've dressed yourself this morning, it would take me all day to that!"
Sirius scowled, "Do you want to find the kitchens or not?"
The rumbling in James' stomach was all the answer he got, and it was all that was needed.
In a matter of minutes the two boys had exited Gryffindor tower and run all the way to the other side of the school. They were completely out of breath, James felt ready to collapse and die.
"Back again, are you? Are we off to quest?" a shrill voice shouted. James looked up to see a picture of a knight sitting on a board a tiny fat little pony.
"James Potter, this is Sir Kitty." Sirius said as he attempted to catch his breath.
A look of horror crossed the tiny knight's face, "SIR KITTY!" he wailed, "SIR KITTY! I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO INSULTED! AND BY A MERE LAD NONE THE LESS! DRAW YOUR SWORD AND FIGHT, CUR!"
"Oh shut up." mumbled Sirius.
James shot Sirius a 'we need his help don't blow it' look and said in his politest tone, "Please sir knight, by what name may we address you?"
The little man puffed up his chest, "If ever you need an ally with which to fight, If ever you need a man of might, Call upon Sir Cadogan, the knight."
"Umm.right, Sir Cadogan. Well we are starving, we have no food, can you show us to where the kitchens are? The route is perilous and we shall meet lots of danger, it is our quest to find food!" James said dramatically hoping to inspire the knight.
"Good sir," said the knight, who appeared to be deep in thought, he pointed at Sirius, "Is this, horribly rude person your valet or servant?"
Sirius snorted "Umm.yes." said James quickly.
The knight sighed, "Then I suppose I must not run him through with my sword, it wouldn't be chivalrous to slay the valet of a fellow knight, especially one of quality; such as yourself, Sir James Potter." the knight bowed deeply.
"Thanks, I think."
"However," said the knight in a grave tone, glaring at Sirius, "I must tell you, servant, that you have been acting, most above your station tonight, and I would advise your master, that when we arrive at the kitchens of this great castle to have the cook beat you soundly, so that you may understand how to treat a noble."
Sirius nearly fell over he was trying so hard to hold back his laughter, Sir Cadogan however mistook the shaking in Sirius' shoulders for fear, "Do not tremble so, if you behave yourself in a seemly manner throughout this quest, I shall ask your pardon from good Sir James Potter."
James gazed at Sirius with a stern look on his face, "So see you behave, my young rascal."
The effect was too much for Sirius; he collapsed on the floor, laughing hysterically.
Sir Cadogan, however, was too high up to see Sirius, and so he thought that Sirius was crying, "You are most definitely a servant, your lack of backbone would shame any knight, however, as you are but a valet I cannot blame you for fearing your master's wrath."
"Before we set off, I need to have a quick word with my servant about his atrocious behaviour, in private?"
"Of course, good sir, when you have finished simply call me." Cadogan disappeared into the frame beside him and covered his ears.
"Sirius," James hissed, "You'd better start acting like a servant if you want this to work. Start addressing me as 'sir' and speak only if we speak to you, got it?"
"Yes, sir." said Sirius loudly and ironically.
Raising his voice, James called, "My good Sir Cadogan, we are ready to set off!"
"Ah! Good! Forward Sir!" yelled Sir Cadogan as he raced off.
James and Sirius raced after him as he darted from frame to frame. The made their way down the stairs and into the school dungeons.
Sir Cadogan paused, "What say we rest for a moment, Sir James Potter?"
"Yes," gasped James, "Is it much farther?"
"No, not far. Do not lose heart, good sir!"
"Oh," said James with a jaunty air, "I do not fear for myself, only that my servant might collapse from exhaustion."
"What is your name, cur?" Cadogan asked Sirius.
"Sirius, sir."
"Hmm." said the knight, "I shall remember your name, dog, for my own servant has been dead many knights." he turned to James, "If ever I should need him, would you lend him to me?"
"Oh, yes. Of course." then he added quickly, "As a way for him to pay you for his rudeness, good knight."
Sirius eyes were dancing, James began to worry that he would burst into laughter, "Shall we continue?" he asked.
Sir Cadogan ran off again, the two boys followed him as fast as they could possibly move. A minute later, they arrived at small statue of a house elf."
"Fill their tums, fill them up!" shouted Sir Cadogan and the house elf melted to reveal a staircase, "This is where we part good Sir James Potter! I look forward to seeing you another time! And Sirius, see you serve your master well! Sir James Potter, pray do not be harsh with the lad, he has mended his ways well."
"I won't be, don't worry." James responded
"Well, then." Sir Cadogan shouted as he turned and began running the other way, "Feast until your hearts content, young knight! Until we meet again!"
He then raced off, leaving the boys alone.
Thanks: I would just like to say thank you to everyone who is reading and reviewing this story! Your comments and praise mean a lot to me!
James eyes fluttered open, to his surprise and horror; they gazed right into a dark pair of black ones that were glittering with mischief.
"Good Morning, sleepy" Sirius greeted him, his voice annoyingly cheerful, "Planning to sleep the day away?"
James gazed groggily around him, the surroundings still seemed foreign, the three large poster beds, the large chests; and he couldn't help resenting the absence of his grandfather clock, "What.What time is it?"
"Five thirty."
James gave a start, "Sirius, are you mad? Breakfast isn't until eight!"
Sirius shrugged, "I've been up for an hour. Besides, we can't exactly go snooping around the castle in broad daylight, now can we?" Sirius grabbed hold of James' covers and with an almighty heave pulled them clean off the bed, to reveal James in his boxers. Sirius shuddered, "Ugh, James. How completely indecent! Haven't you ever heard of wearing pyjamas? You'd better be glad our roommate hasn't arrived yet, he might overlook your faults as easily as I do."
"Thanks Sirius, I appreciate the great horrors you must be putting yourself through to look at me in my boxers." James said sarcastically.
"Don't mention it. Its what friends are for. Get dressed." Sirius threw a set of black robes and a Gryffindor tie at James. He then knotted his own tie. James sat on his bed sleepily rubbing his eyes.
"Well?" demanded Sirius irritably when James made no movement to put the clothes on, "Does the baby need me to dress him? Is putting on a robe to difficult for the baby?"
The taunting simulated James' brain and in five minutes he was ready and looking a good deal better than Sirius, who had tied his tie wrong.
"Right," James said, "Where're we off to today?"
"Well, I thought seeing as we're going to need breakfast anyway, we might as well find the kitchens?"
"Good idea."
"And I found something that might help us. This little portrait of a Knight, called Sir Kitty or something; well he seems quite ready to go off 'questing' maybe he'll help us."
"When did you have time to find that?"
Sirius grinned evilly, "I told you that I'd been up for an hour, didn't I? What do you think I did with that hour? Sat on my lazy arse?"
"I expected you'd been dressing?"
"FOR AN HOUR? Your madder than I'd ever imagined, James."
"Knowing what a vain peacock you are, I'd have thought an hour was mandatory and that given the chance you'd take two hours maybe more. I mean just look at how immaculately you've dressed yourself this morning, it would take me all day to that!"
Sirius scowled, "Do you want to find the kitchens or not?"
The rumbling in James' stomach was all the answer he got, and it was all that was needed.
In a matter of minutes the two boys had exited Gryffindor tower and run all the way to the other side of the school. They were completely out of breath, James felt ready to collapse and die.
"Back again, are you? Are we off to quest?" a shrill voice shouted. James looked up to see a picture of a knight sitting on a board a tiny fat little pony.
"James Potter, this is Sir Kitty." Sirius said as he attempted to catch his breath.
A look of horror crossed the tiny knight's face, "SIR KITTY!" he wailed, "SIR KITTY! I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO INSULTED! AND BY A MERE LAD NONE THE LESS! DRAW YOUR SWORD AND FIGHT, CUR!"
"Oh shut up." mumbled Sirius.
James shot Sirius a 'we need his help don't blow it' look and said in his politest tone, "Please sir knight, by what name may we address you?"
The little man puffed up his chest, "If ever you need an ally with which to fight, If ever you need a man of might, Call upon Sir Cadogan, the knight."
"Umm.right, Sir Cadogan. Well we are starving, we have no food, can you show us to where the kitchens are? The route is perilous and we shall meet lots of danger, it is our quest to find food!" James said dramatically hoping to inspire the knight.
"Good sir," said the knight, who appeared to be deep in thought, he pointed at Sirius, "Is this, horribly rude person your valet or servant?"
Sirius snorted "Umm.yes." said James quickly.
The knight sighed, "Then I suppose I must not run him through with my sword, it wouldn't be chivalrous to slay the valet of a fellow knight, especially one of quality; such as yourself, Sir James Potter." the knight bowed deeply.
"Thanks, I think."
"However," said the knight in a grave tone, glaring at Sirius, "I must tell you, servant, that you have been acting, most above your station tonight, and I would advise your master, that when we arrive at the kitchens of this great castle to have the cook beat you soundly, so that you may understand how to treat a noble."
Sirius nearly fell over he was trying so hard to hold back his laughter, Sir Cadogan however mistook the shaking in Sirius' shoulders for fear, "Do not tremble so, if you behave yourself in a seemly manner throughout this quest, I shall ask your pardon from good Sir James Potter."
James gazed at Sirius with a stern look on his face, "So see you behave, my young rascal."
The effect was too much for Sirius; he collapsed on the floor, laughing hysterically.
Sir Cadogan, however, was too high up to see Sirius, and so he thought that Sirius was crying, "You are most definitely a servant, your lack of backbone would shame any knight, however, as you are but a valet I cannot blame you for fearing your master's wrath."
"Before we set off, I need to have a quick word with my servant about his atrocious behaviour, in private?"
"Of course, good sir, when you have finished simply call me." Cadogan disappeared into the frame beside him and covered his ears.
"Sirius," James hissed, "You'd better start acting like a servant if you want this to work. Start addressing me as 'sir' and speak only if we speak to you, got it?"
"Yes, sir." said Sirius loudly and ironically.
Raising his voice, James called, "My good Sir Cadogan, we are ready to set off!"
"Ah! Good! Forward Sir!" yelled Sir Cadogan as he raced off.
James and Sirius raced after him as he darted from frame to frame. The made their way down the stairs and into the school dungeons.
Sir Cadogan paused, "What say we rest for a moment, Sir James Potter?"
"Yes," gasped James, "Is it much farther?"
"No, not far. Do not lose heart, good sir!"
"Oh," said James with a jaunty air, "I do not fear for myself, only that my servant might collapse from exhaustion."
"What is your name, cur?" Cadogan asked Sirius.
"Sirius, sir."
"Hmm." said the knight, "I shall remember your name, dog, for my own servant has been dead many knights." he turned to James, "If ever I should need him, would you lend him to me?"
"Oh, yes. Of course." then he added quickly, "As a way for him to pay you for his rudeness, good knight."
Sirius eyes were dancing, James began to worry that he would burst into laughter, "Shall we continue?" he asked.
Sir Cadogan ran off again, the two boys followed him as fast as they could possibly move. A minute later, they arrived at small statue of a house elf."
"Fill their tums, fill them up!" shouted Sir Cadogan and the house elf melted to reveal a staircase, "This is where we part good Sir James Potter! I look forward to seeing you another time! And Sirius, see you serve your master well! Sir James Potter, pray do not be harsh with the lad, he has mended his ways well."
"I won't be, don't worry." James responded
"Well, then." Sir Cadogan shouted as he turned and began running the other way, "Feast until your hearts content, young knight! Until we meet again!"
He then raced off, leaving the boys alone.